•Between dozens of words I and I, and between us, myself.
Malek: Personal things that don't really concern you. What comes out of my mouth now, I write it just to laugh later. Don't think that this nonsense hurts me. No! Not at all! I just pass the time between me and I in a place where we are in layers. Lift the damn curtain again. You think I'm done? No, I'm just a musician, and busy with hurting you with my words.
• …But it's painful…
Malek: Shut up. Let me talk.
• You're lying. Everything has been destroyed.
Malek: I said shut up! I'm still here, damn you. Don't tell them about you. The fire in your eyes is a curse that will go away.
• I know, but I'm more addicted to you...
Malek: Never mind. This is a path of ascent without descent.
• How will I escape from you...
Malek: Where will you run? To her again?
• No! I just don't know! Maybe...
Malek: I told you your place with me is nowhere. She doesn't want you. She wants all people except you!
•I know, but...
Malek: ... There's no but here. You're blind and in love, and I was right. You won't see people again. You're mine now...
•Haha, strange, that's what she said too...
Malek: Don't worry, they've hurt you enough. Show up and make sure you're safe.
• Haha, hide and seek. I'll live in you, but you know that I'll die of anger...
Malek: Get up and smile, come on, terrify them. Live in ecstasy. You're in them...
•But I'm not like that. I'm just a peaceful lover who only hurts himself...
Malek : Either I hurt you, or you'll immediately announce that you'll banish her.
•Oh God, what's happening? I'm not the same person. Cigarette, get rid of me soon. I burned your entire tribe, and maybe your family. And worse, I'm sure I burned your lover. Come on, do something! Don't be a coward! Take revenge on me! Spread your germs, bring your damned cancer, breathe in cold, helplessness. Behind it is rubble and paralysis of a chair. Get rid of me crying, then plant after it a weeping and forgotten wetness. Be to me rubble and a meadow that romantic death has come. Be anything that hurts. I'm tired of being conscious and being seen as a drunk addicted to French wine...